The Dragon's Legacy

Chapter Ninty-Seven

The beach of Dragonstone was silent.

Five hundred men, women and children were present, but yet the only sound was the sound of waves, the free wind and roars of Dreamfyre as she alone flew around the island.

No eyes left the Pyre.

A pyre worthy of a King.

A King who renounced his throne for the love he bore in his chest.

Son to a King, Grandson to two Conquerors, one the Warrior Queen and the other a dragon, yet he only wore the crown of the Conqueror the day he renounced it.

Yet a King he remained, regardless.

All had heard of his passing. All have heard that he was gone, yet they all looked at the pyre as if it was only after seeing his final resting place that they understood that Daemion the Black Dragon was truly gone.

A father was gone.

A husband and lover was gone.

Vallar wanted to run to the pyre... he wanted to remove the cremate off of his Father's face... He wanted to see his face one more time...

What if he ever forgot his face?

Will he leave him in his heart too?

When the moment had came for him to tell his father how much he loved him, how much he needed him, but when his father told him he loved him, he never returned it. Now he could never return it.

But his twin stood silent, for Visenya knew, as long as she lived, she would remember her father. Of the way his lips formed smiles that she could feel the saftest. Of the day he embraced her when she feared he would be ashamed of her.

Vaella turned her head around in her mother's arms, looking at her elder brother and sisters, with no true thoughts behind her innocent eyes, eyes that could not understand why all faces were twisted into a state of despair, but in the corner of her small heart, she knew a part of her was taken away, a part she would not know now, nor ever.

A part that she would never truly hear of in the stories of others of him, never herself.

Closer to the shore stood where the blood of Oldtown. Blood of Ceryse Hightower.

Rhaella held her husband's arm, wearing all black as her black veil fell to her beautiful face, with the emerald necklace that once belonged to her mother and her true grandmother before her, around her neck.

Her boys, the Hightower brother, Hobert and Otto stood by her side while her only girl, Arianne, stood by Lyle's side. Looking at the pyre of their Grandfather with tears in her eyes.

Arienna kept squeezing her father's hand as her emerald green eyes shined with welling tears, her heart yearning for the man she once called her Grandfather, for a ride on Modread that would never come.

Hobert looked down as he calmly patted and ruffled the hair of his younger brother Otto, as Otto only too looked down and looked at the pyre of a Grandfather he never met until this day until the day they were to free his ashes.

Valarr was trying to keep his handsome face cold, but silent tears fell from the corner of his eyes as he only frowned and pressed his teeth together and rubbed Visenya's back. Visenya's beautiful face was shattered behind her stoic face, but in a moment of a broke heart, She hid her face in Valarr's shoulder.

All that is good in me, began with you, father. Valarr thought to himself as he fought the tears and kpet rubbing Visenya's hand, but tears fell regardless.

Their mother was not crying. She was not moving. Even her hand felt cold. Her pale lilac eyes felt like nothing. Their mother was not there.

She never acknowledges Jaehaerys or her sweet sister, only the pyre.